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Things That Are Saving Me

The rain, because it isn't falling as hard as last night, when I ran through the park on my way home and went straight to bed and woke up this morning with insane wet-hair bed-head and sand still between my toes.

Seeing a musical tonight. The fifth time a friend has invited me along to a show neither of us could afford, with tickets neither of us paid for.

Books, of course. Half a dozen bookmarked quotes from The Angel's Game. Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking on my floor, because I'm not quite ready to start it.

Quiet. Usually, there's an album or musical artist on my life-saving list. But right now, I prefer silence.

The Olympics are here and the office will be light-hearted and laid-back for at least two weeks.

Lying on my roommate's bed and letting the tears leak out while we talk about life and feeling insecure and disappointed. Laughing, later. 

A whole bundle of Jesus-type bloggers I wish were my friends.

A whole bundle of friends-around-the-globe who pray with me and for me and cheer me on.

Even the dream I had on Tuesday night about choosing between two churches and being hired as a "church decorator" and waking up wishing I knew where I belonged and had a new job. Because it reminds me that I'm dreaming and looking beyond my little life.

Knowing that things will change because that is what things do


Laura said…
Right now the thing that is saving me is the study of Hebrews 11 that a few of us are doing. Even though, if I am totally honest, my faith is threatening to be smaller than a mustard seed, I am encouraged that faith is what matters and it actually pleases God.(Hebrews 11:6) Friends and sunshine help too!! Oh, and ice cream.
Beth said…
Mm, I haven't been part of a really good Bible study since I left Vancouver... I would like to find/form one.

And yes, yes, yes to friends and sunshine and ice cream!!
Praise God for friends like your roommate!!! : )
Sarah Bessey said…
I wrote, too, about what's saving me. But as I browse the posts of others, I find truth in it of myself. Crazy how that works, and crazy how God leads us to the ones He wants us to read!!
Beth said…
Thanks, ladies. Indeed, my roommate is a blessing. And it's encouraging to read the beautiful things in others' lives.

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